Chapter 73 Layla

• Layla
• Tristan was right. He looks perfect in the black trunks. He’s just emerged from the water, his shirtless form glistening in the fading light of the setting sun. My breath catches in my throat as I watch him.
• One of the three women behind me sucks in a breath, and I turn to look at her. Their mat isn’t far from mine, and they’re all dark-skinned women who look alike like they are sisters. The one who sucked in her breath shrugs and returns her gaze to Tristan’s body. I realize the other women are also staring. I chuckle to myself when I catch an older lady with breathing support also checking him out from a corner of the beach.